Sunshine Fancy pants

My goodness this child is growing up so fast.
The word that best describes her is GANGELY. All arms and legs. She is 6 ALMOST 7.
Those are her big kid teeth, under all the OREO crumbs. My kid is Dentally ADVANCED.
She is about to complete first grade and is moving to the big kid school for 2nd-4th graders.
She makes us all laugh with her deadpan delivery and eye rolling replies. Who are you? is a phrase she hears frequently. She is all of us and yet so HER. She is so sassy, funny and weird that you feel an introduction may be necessary. Hi, I’m the lady who birthed you. When did you get so mature? and also, could you please stop growing up?
- Totally engrossed in her drawings and projects, she sees me out of the corner of her eye and whispers “And Mama’s says What?” and I (like an idiot) bend down to hear her and ask her What? and she laughs and giggles at her joke.
- She is a total gossip. “And so Jimmy had to stand at the wall today and it really wasn’t his fault!” She is the queen of facial expressions and tone inflections. She can convey outrage, empathy, joy and sadness with such drama, she is going to be in theater one day.
She is our fancy girl.
I like to squeeze her and call her my baby, just so she can roll her eyes at me and laugh.
“Yeah Mom. I’m almost as tall as you, I’m not a baby anymore”.
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I ran/walked my way thru 1.5 miles in 25 minutes. I walk for 2 minutes/then run for 2. Then I took a nap for 20 minutes. Woke up and did the Shred with Jillian Michaels.
I’m an exercising NINJA.